That dreaded day has come

My firstborn gave up his pacifier all on his own at 9 months.

Rebekah is a horse of a different color. I think she'd be one of "those kids" walking around with that thing in her mouth at 3 or 4 years old. I don't know why, but that always bothers me.

So last night my hubby and I decided that it was a good time to have her one and only pacifier break, aka cut off the tip, and start the weaning process.

And last night SUCKED!

She finally went to sleep after over an hour of crying. I would go in to calm her down after 10 minutes, then 15, then 20. By the 25 minute mark, which was actually a little over an hour into the process, she fell asleep; no doubt completely exhausted. I noticed she started to get this cough but I assumed it was from all that crying that was causing her throat to itch.

That didn't seem too bad. But it was the middle of the night wake ups that I hated. I'm not sure how many times my hubby got up (we took turns) but I got up 2 or 3. Typing that now it doesn't seem a lot but last night it was a ton for me. Not only was she crying but her cough turned into a hack and she had a slight fever to boot.

Everyone woke up exhausted this morning, even Jeremiah who slept on my floor next to my bed because Beka's crying kept "bothering" him. And today Beka's cough, slight fever (99 degrees) and clear snot didn't clear up. So we doped her up on Tylenol and kept tissues handy. If I hadn't cut her pacifier I would've given it back to her to start this weaning process when she felt better. But I refuse to go out to buy one pacifier for her to have for a few days. So we are committed.

During afternoon snack time she gagged on her pear and ended up throwing up all over me. What a great day it was!

So tonight she was very tired. I put her down at 6:30 (normal bedtime is 7pm) and she cried for 5 minutes then stopped. She started back up a minute or two later, so I started the 10 minute timer over. But she didn't last that long. She's asleep now. I hope it lasts.

All in all, I'm glad we are weaning her of the pacifier. I'd rather go through his now, than when the new baby is here.

100 days until...

my due date. Which means about 93ish days left for me since my dr. plans the c-section a week before the due date.

And the first 100 days after the baby's born are not my favorite; I'm usually so sleep deprived. Hopefully, with this being our last baby, I'll try to enjoy those first days more.

I got my hair cut yesterday and the girl cutting my hair, Candy, mentioned how her and her hubby are in the process of buying a house. Well I let that conversation die and we started a new one. Later, Candy brought up her house buying experience again. Hmmm, maybe God's in this?

So we talked about it and she told me her realtor's name and how she's so great and is saving them a lot of money on closing costs (what costs?), blah blah blah.

Candy didn't know that my hubby and I are talking about buying our first house. And we are sooo ignorant about the entire process...as in we don't know what half, if not more, of the jargon means, we have no idea how much we qualify for, and had no clue where to start...except for in prayer with the Lord.

We've talked to my hubby's father, a Godly man with sound advice, about buying a house and he's been encouraging us to pray and be first steppers.

Well, maybe calling this realtor is our first step? I got her name and googled her so now I have her number. Maybe my hubby will call her next week.

As a side note: I don't think buying a house is a NEED for us. We live in a 2 bedroom mobile home so with this 3rd baby coming it's going to be a tight fit, but I still don't think of a bigger home as a need, more like a want.

Let me tell you what I consider a need: if the third car seat doesn't fit in the back of my car, then trading it in for a different car is a NEED.

But there are lots of people who live in homes and their kids share a room. If we really wanted only two kids in a room, we could always convert the den into a third bedroom.

My point is, I'm content with staying where we are. But don't get me wrong, I'd like to live in a house.

Anyways, I think we'll take this first step by making the call, even in our total ignorance, and see what she says. If God's in it, then He'll show us the 2nd step to take. If He's not in it, I pray that our first step would die and that we'd be redirected.

My very first...

diaper cake!


It's for my friend, Carrie. I checked out her registry and she wants bedding, etc that's outdoorsy and woodsy so I figured I'd go with that theme.
It's plain, aka frugal - as in it doesn't have all the extra baby things that can go on a diaper cake. But I really like how it turned out. And it was super easy...after I did some online research. I can't wait until Saturday to give it to her!